The Addict

The Addict By Laura Dee Battle 8.16.17 I sit and wait; the coming day I take a sip and think of things to say Drink me up and fill my hollow glass Feeling numb but my words are crass Im dying slowly; cant you see? My growing face is never free of me I seem so frail and pale to you I've seen the future through and true I remember her everyday this way Daggers and knives in open display I'm breathing smoke and exhaling hell Twisted and used; to live as someone else With sunlight in the air; my bloodshot eyes die Im running out of lies for the mountain sunrise With time bleeding slowly by, I find myself again The addict and the fool; where every honest word begins